Chapter 545:
Elsewhere, Ritchie had been on the heels of the location trackerâs signal, pushing his limits, but fate seemed to mock him.
He arrived just moments too late. There, on the cold, hard ground, Clint lay semi-conscious, his breaths shallow and labored. Nearby, Tiffany was caught under a relentless assault, her attackers showing no mercy as they stomped down on her mercilessly.
Eight hours earlier, Clint had set off after receiving a location tracker from Rhys.
During his urgent journey, he had tried to contact Kareem not once but thrice, only to be met with the hollow void of unanswered calls. In the Sanderson family, Kareem alone had the clout to call in military reinforcements.
Hesitant to drag his other siblings into the fray and wary of the potential repercussions, Clint chose discretion over disclosure.
He reached out to a trusted friend instead, pleading for a setup of strategic roadblocks to thwart the menacing men in black.
Meanwhile, inside the speeding car, tension was palpable. Lindsayâs anxiety was spiking. She frantically pulled at Tiffanyâs sleeve, her voice sharp with urgency as she addressed the impassive leader sitting in the passenger seat.
âAre you blind? Thereâs a roadblock straight ahead! We need to switch routes now, or weâre all caught!â
Lindsayâs voice cracked under the strain.
âYou might survive being captured, but if they recognize me, none of us stand a chance!â
The leader, cool and detached, turned to face Lindsay with a chilling gaze.
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âMiss Morgan, youâve played your part. The next steps are not your concern,â he stated flatly, signaling the driver with a nod.
In response, the vehicle surged forward, the sudden acceleration catching Lindsay unprepared. She was jolted back, her body slamming against the driverâs seat.
As Lindsay opened her mouth to unleash a tirade, the shocking sight of the car barreling into the police-manned roadblock cut her short. The officers braced, ready to intercept.
Her face tensed abruptly, and she backed away, her entire frame shaking violently, down to the twitching muscles along her jawline.
Fear enveloped her.
Yet, the fear was fleeting. Within moments, her demeanor shifted dramatically as she observed the men in black ruthlessly firing at innocent passersby.
Her eyes gleamed with a morbid fascination.
âAnother shot. The way the blood sprays, itâs mesmerizing!â she exclaimed, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
Lindsayâs intense and bloodshot eyes then fixed on Tiffany, who lay unconscious beside her.
A sinister grin spread across her face.
âHand me a gun. Iâm itching to feel the splash of blood on my faceâ¦â
The leader in the front passenger seat shot her a chilling glance.
Enraged, Lindsay seized his collar.
âAnd who are you to deny me? Give it here!â she demanded, tightening her grip around the leaderâs throat, her nails sinking into his skin.
Unfazed, the leader didnât even flinch. With a steady hand, he pried Lindsayâs fingers off.
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